Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
I put my view back on Lunita. “Maxwell will wake up.”
She hugged herself. “And if he doesn’t, then I will kill Valentina.”
My brows furrowed and my eyes narrowed as I stared at Lunita with a fierce intensity. “Threaten my sister again, and I will wake up and kill Boris.”
She pursed her lips.
“Maxwell will be fine. There is no need to kill anyone over him—”
“I would feel better—”
“Feel better killing someone else.”
“Like who?”
“I can bring you men one day later in the week to kill. Deal?”
Pavel cleared his throat again.
I didn’t turn back to him. “Just like in Italy. Men who deserve to be tortured.”
Lunita considered that for a few seconds and then leaned her head all the way down to her shoulder. “I can cut off their dicks?”
The little girl gasped and covered the lion’s ears.
I let out a long breath. “Yes. You can cut them off.”
“I can touch their dicks before I cut them off too?”
I clenched my fists at my sides. “No.”
With her head still on her shoulder, she pouted. “Mean ole lion.”
“About that. . .nickname.” I sneered some more. “Stop calling me that.”
Her head popped back into position. “Why?”
“It is wrong and demeaning.”
She curved her lips into this odd, crooked smile. Her teeth were slightly exposed. “You don’t like it?”
My voice held an edge. “I hate it.”
“Good.” She crossed her arms over her chest, a smug smile playing on her lips. “Then it stays.”
Pavel let out a harsh, loud cough, grabbing our attention. “I believe we are supposed to be looking for clues.”
Irritated, I returned to Lunita. “I want to help my mouse find the original.”
“We don’t know where she is. Everyone knows that.”
“But, I can help—”
“Dumb mean ole lion.”
The line of my jaw twitched.
“You know nothing about this.” She blinked several times. “Nothing at all.”
I pointed to the city around us. “What do you see?”
She looked that way and cocked her head all the way to the side. “Black clouds and sand.”
“I see Harlem, Moscow, Prague, and even Paris.”
She snapped her view to me. “Liar.”
“And I hear the cities. Music. Talking. Cars moving around—”
“No. No.” Lunita widened her eyes and stared at me, unblinking. “The witch did that.”
“She did not.”
Lunita held her hands out to the side. “How are you here?”
“We think it may be the breastmilk that brought me here.”
She quirked her brows. “But. . .you went into Emilio’s bottles and drank from them?”
So, you didn’t see our sex on the TV. Interesting.
“Since Emily and I have been in New Orleans.” I shrugged. “Sometimes. . .during our intimate moments, I would drink the milk from her breasts.”
Lunita studied me for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, without warning, she burst into laughter and doubled over. “Nasty, nasty lion!”
I should have felt some form of embarrassment. Instead, I was happy I could make Lunita laugh.
“So nasty. You drank the milk. Ewww. Nasty. Nasty.” She chuckled. “Then maybe, you might like my finger in your booty?”
The little girl gasped again and placed her hands back over her the stuffed lion’s ears.
I frowned. “Do I look like a man that would like a finger in my ass?”
She bobbed her head. “Yes. You would roar if I did it.”
“I would not.”
Pavel walked up to me and whispered, “Enough of this. We need to meet M and leave before it gets too late. Remember why we are here, Kazimir.”
Lunita turned to Pavel. “Your hair is long now.”
Pavel gave her a nervous glance.
She pointed to his head. “The mean ole lion cut it off before.”
I grimaced. “No more with that nickname.”
Lunita laughed. “The nasty lion cut your hair.”
“Nasty lion, well. . .” I shrugged. “I will take that.”
She laughed again.
I smiled. “I like when you are happy.”
She went silent.
“I did not like seeing you on the ground. . .crying. . .”
She lowered her voice to a whisper. “But. . .at least I listened.”
I tilted my head to the side. “You listened?”
“She told me to stay.” Lunita touched her chest. “So, I stayed.”
“My mouse?”
Lunita bobbed her head. “So now you can leave New Orleans. No more witch. Everything is fine.”
“Emily wants true healing.”
“We cannot heal. She saw when she was here.” Lunita let out an exasperated breath. “She wants to be the only person, and she isn’t even one of the earlier alters.”
“Emily wants to feel whole.” I tried to keep my voice as gentle as possible. “She wants to have control.”
The little girl spoke, “She is the Boss. She has control.”
Lunita rolled her eyes. “She wants all the control.”
“She wants you to stop coming out to kill people.”
Lunita fisted one hand and raised it in the air. “I come out for justice.”
What?
I blinked. “You create chaos.”
She lowered that fist. “I help. I kept us alive, just as much as she has.”
“You have.”
She swallowed.
“Thank you.”
Lunita put her gaze on the flowers.
“If not for my Lunita. . .I would have never met my mouse.”